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Oct 2017
I look at you and see your soul that lies within.
You have not an object for a soul, but entire seasons.

If an array of objects were compared to the wondrous depths of your soul, they would be put to shame.

I can paint Spring, to show your liveliness.
You are so alive, waking with a new song playing in your head.

I can paint Summer, to show your spirit.
You are adventurous, diving into new waters.

I can paint Autumn, for the love you ignite.
Fire lit to keep warm and celebrate.
Your love is a warm blanket like that of a fire; you feel like home.

I can paint Winter, for the bravery you possess.
Snow coating the ground preserves what lies underneath.

You are not one, but all of the seasons.
I am not an artist, but I would paint him in a heartbeat.
madalynn rose
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madalynn rose  20/F
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